When does it end?
When does it stop?
What is it to fall?
We are in this terminally, perpetually fixated in this way til there is no more.
Why?
...
"We don't know...?"
We don't know.
Why is it that we are this way...this confusing way of thought of notion
This...forevermore confusing motion and contortion.
When we think of falling we can think of so many different things.
When we fall, it can be for the better or even for the worst.
We fall simply because it is how we suit a purpose.
...We can fall for another or fall from grace depending all on the certain individual's contentment or incontentment that involve the absolutions troubling their minds as well as their state of being.
This or that.
That is all
This is it.
......This is NOT the end.
This is just
...the beginning to an end?
or the end of a beginning?
Perpetual motion in the waning distortion of motion's massive play by play to everyday life plays havocatical chaos upon the souls attempting to assure themselves patience when their patience has already been worn thin.
Fall...
Fall...
...the end...
We are fallen
We are different?
We are..._____
Why don't you just fill in the blank and just find out for yourself?
